Poops - “Once Again”

[Emcee(s): Poops]

[Producer(s): FBoom]

[Verse 1: Poops]

Corny

Niggas I stomp on when I’m doing job, and me and

The kernel are in common ‘cause we were made to popcorns/pop corns. Niggas

Won’t dream since I came on the scene ‘cause they know I’m not the one

To sleep on, sexing the mic is how I get my freak on. After

I’m through with this, emcees’ll be pissed like they just got leaked on

Sleeping, yeah, let’s get deeper into that category. Niggas-

-‘ll fall out on a spiked mattress before they sleep on me

Now let me explain how much feature [?] that’ll have

[?] and be smoked. I know, for a fact, after my attack

A nigga is burned alive or is on stage, catching that heatstroke

From the hot shit that flow out of a human volcano when this

Emcee smoked. From the first time you listen, it’s an addiction

You’re under. The only way you could try not to suffer: if

There was a greater, safer, faster high discovered, so it’s a thing

That you should [?] or prepare your jugular

Sometimes, I feel I don’t know how to rap. The simple fact:

My shit don’t sound like that. I’m wrecking your style—throw in the towel. Set up

Dry your rap up ‘cause it just got wet up—drip after drip

Taking your mind on a journey of Poops’ ego trip hit after

Hit, flow blows real wide [?] Michel-

-angelo, Picasso, Leonardo da Vinci, you’re gonna

Need to simply mastermind and design a logo that’ll

Fit me. How about this musical violence too advanced?

The young jungle watch emcees hush, mumble who’s bust. When I punch ‘em

Too, I’ll have crushed knuckles. To play upon the Poops, you’re gonna

Need a stunt double. Like that, y’all